Truthfully, I have no slightest clue how ‘moist skin’ supposed to look like. I'm the kind of dur man who knows particularly nothing about maintaining my complexion, I mean, not many man knows about this sort of ‘maintenance’ right?
Well, when it comes to issues like skin and maintaining it, everyone would agree that it is more of a woman’s expertise. I’m not exactly a woman, so yup; I virtually know nothing about women. I might even be the kind of guy who will buy sanitary pads for my pregnant wife.
To me, this is moist skin.
This is moist skin too.
And dammit, this is the moistest skin of all!
But no, according to the Women’s Dictionary of Beauty and Expensive Handbags, Make-up Sets and Clothes, the above is far from what is acknowledged as ‘moist skin’. The above are classified as ‘disgusting mans’ stuff’.
Thus, my interpretation of ‘moist skin’ is perfectly inaccurate.
And I wasn’t about to give up and get condemned for my ignorance.
I did a little research on how moist skin should look like.
Now, that is legally known as ‘moist skin’. Hmm, guess now I know a little something about women. And from there, I knew I wasn’t moist enough myself. I was determined to make my skin moist. I was driven to be the next model for beauty products. I had fire in me, burning with passion. I am going to have a skin so moist that it makes Linda Chung looked like a piece of dried log!
But I made a little mistake.
I did not look up on how to have moist skin.
And foolish enough, I took my own naïve effort to ‘make my skin moist’. You know how you make yourself look like a complete idiot when you have no idea how to do something but you just kept on doing it? Well, I was that idiot for a few minutes.
I made myself a pail of water. You see, water is the main thing that keeps something moist. And by soaking my body part in water, the moisture will remain in my skin for a very long time. See, I’m smart.
Very sprucely, I told myself, water itself was not enough. I need to add something.
Got it. I know just what to add.
I added clothing softener.
You see, the rationale behind it was that I don't just moisten my skin, but I can also soften it at the same time. Well, I didn’t quite know that rationale was flawed.
So I started off with my face.
Confident enough, I thought if I’d soak my face in that pail of water for a period of time, the water will penetrate into my cells and keep them moist.
And boy was I wrong; I ended up looking like this.
Not pleased with the attempt on my face, I put my hands to the test.
I thought it will be a success this time. But again, I was proven wrong. My hand became like Mother Teresa’s.
Still unsatisfied, my legs became the next specimen!
I was convinced that it will succeed this time. Sadly, it did not. My legs looked like this in the end.
Dejected, dispirited and depressed. I was on the verge of giving up and I kept telling myself, I will never have moist skin in my entire life.
In a matter of years, my skin will be as dry as this,
I’m screwed.
All of the sudden, the Angel of Moist Skin appeared out of no where!
Ya, you know in fairytales and folklores, it is stereotypical for some mystical creatures to appear out of no where to help someone who is about to give up and kill themselves. So yeah, I have the Angle of Moist Skin revealing himself/herself/itself.
Lo and behold! The Angel of Moist Skin!
Don’t ask me why it looks like a teddy bear.
Anyways, the angel told me this,
Vaseline? I asked.
Very calmly, the angel replied in a stylish manner.
So I did what I was instructed. And gosh, was I surprise to see there’s actually an easier way to achieve moister skin. MUCH easier, I say.
Boy, did I feel like a loser.
All I have to do is apply it and I will have the moist skin I’ve always wanted!
I took it to a test. Well, I shall let the result speak for itself.
I applied some on my face.
When I look in the mirror the next day, I see this!
I was delighted with what I see. I finally have moist skin!
If I continue using Vaseline products for the next 50 year, I’m able to upkeep this awesome Taylor Lautner look!
Just that I might sport a white goatee and a few strands of white moustache.
The above are purely fictitious and no animals were harmed through out the process. Everything above was written in the name of entertainment and hope of winning some awesome prizes.
In conclusion, am I moist enough?
You be my judge. :)
Are You Moist Enough?
Monday, September 27, 2010
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A Trip Up Penang
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Well, I’m back. Back from a long streak of despair. Back from an indescribable depression where no ordinary man can stomach. Back from what any reasonable human being might deem agonizing. Back from the land where nobody, virtually nobody, cares.
Kidding. I’m back from my Penang vacation actually.
To be honest, I did enjoy my trip to a certain extent. I mean, it’s Penang. What more can you possibly ask for? Flying carpets and life-sized Mickey Mouse?
To start off, I would say the food in certain ‘reputable’ places were pretty much overrated. Take Gurney Drive for instance, I had a plate of rojak that tasted like asam-laksa. And it wasn’t cheap, for your information.
A few hawkers were simply unmannered in Gurney Drive. Just because their funky faces appeared on some dodgy newspaper, they think it’s more than hunky-dory to yell at their customers. Hello, it wasn’t my fault to be a paying customer.
The goddamn fried oyster hawker actually yelled at me because I paid him RM1 short. Only ONE GODDAMN RINGGIT and he practically raped me with his Chinaman accent. You were lucky I had a plate of fried oyster in my hands and a plate of Char Koay Tiaw in the other. Or else I would have poked your nostrils. With my pinky.
Another pesky part of my entire trip in Penang was on the road, literally. In total, my car got honked more than the number of fanatical Justin Bieber devotees in the United States added altogether. Gee, sorry I was 0.734 seconds late from moving after the red light had turned green, man.
I’m not stereotyping here, but, Penangites sure know how to honk. And crossing the roads over there is almost a mission impossible. Nobody gives a shit about zebra-crossing. I was nearly killed 58 times just trying to get to the other side of the street. Okay, I made up the figures. Sorry for the exaggeration.
Now, enough with the hate part. I’m not the kind who holds grudges against my vacation. I did enjoy it, remember?
I sure had fun taking photos.
Yes, photos.
Note that none of my photos taken during my vacation was in any way, taken with a gigantic high-end DSLR. It was all the product of my very the lao-ya but faithful Sony Ericsson K850i.
Well, just a couple of shots I took while on the ferry heading towards the island.

A couple of shots at a petrol station in George Town.

Kek Lok Si Temple.

Snake Temple.
The ever popular Komtar.
And just for fun, a coconut.
There is still a great deal of photos in my archive. But I don’t really have the patience to upload it. Perhaps I’ll do it another day. When I’m not having my P.M.S. Or whatever guys call it.
I did enjoy the food, obviously. The food that weren’t sold in Gurney Drive, obviously. The most memorable one would be the cendol in an alley along Jalan Penang.
And guess who I saw when I was having nasi-kandar somewhere near Lebuh Campbell?
Yup. The Hong Kong actor. Having nasi-kandar. What are the odds I say?
Truth be told, it was a rather relaxing vacation. Minus the lunatic drivers and lousy hawkers in Gurney Drive. Yup, it’s all good.
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10:04 PM
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Kenny Sia Tweeted About Me!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Oh my God. Oh My God. OH MY GOD.
I did not exactly believed what I heard until I've seen it with my very pair of short-sighted eyes. Kenny Sia tweeted about me! *jumping with joy as if I've discovered something better than gravity*
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11:16 PM
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Goodbye To This 2 Gorgeous Bloggers!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010

"May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand. "
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Vin Tsen Gan
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10:49 PM
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An Interesting Blogger's Gathering Post
Monday, September 13, 2010
To be frank, a lot of after-bloggers’ gathering post bores the crap out of me, thus, I don’t really pay attention to these form of blog post. That partially explains why I can’t write a good post after attending any bloggers’ outing or meet-up.
Well, in conjunction of Hari Raya, I have vouched to sharpen up my writing skills. Ladies and gentlemen, my Hari Raya resolution is to improve on my events-writing technique. Every time I attend a blogger’s event, I will pay close attention to every meticulous details and script out a good blog post; and not blatantly shit on it.
You, readers of mine, be my assessor. See if I succeed in writing a good after-event narration.
To kick off, how about the awesome outing I had yesterday with these awesome bloggers at an awesome mall full of awesome people.
I went to this mall called Mid-Valley Megamall. It was not any mall; it was a MEGA-mall. I was exhilarated. I was delirious. I was jubilant. I was late.
Yeah, sorry about that, guys. It totally wasn’t my fault that I spent the first 15 minutes looking for my car-keys and the last 15 minutes looking for a parking spot. It was God. He always loves to see me looking for stuffs.
Now when see the phrase ‘bloggers gathering’, it automatically pictures in your head a big ass group of young goons carrying gigantic DSLRs meeting each other. Unfortunately, the bloggers’ gathering I had yesterday was nothing of this sort. Even using the word ‘gathering’ was pretty much a reluctant effort. Wanna know why?
Because there were only 3 freaking miserable awesome bloggers who attended this gathering. No wait, slash that. From this point, it shall be regarded as a ‘meet-up’ and not a ‘gathering’ anymore.
Besides only having 3 bloggers on the scene, we flawed another important requirement –none of us had a gigantic DSLR. Nope, not even a digital camera. I had to use my rundown phone camera, which is equivalent to a paintbrush and some Buncho poster-colour.
The 2 bloggers I met yesterday were Steven and Yuh Jiun. Boy, the meet-up was a hell of an excitement. We were so delighted to meet each other, ignoring the fact that I’ve been seeing Steven every single school-day for the past few years. We even danced around the mall to the imaginary tune of Jaihor.
Like any other bloggers’ meet-up, we went for lunch. Or popular known as nom-nom. I don’t get it, why is it ‘nom-nom’? Why can’t it be ‘bom-bom’ or ‘lom-lom’ or even ‘pom-pom’? No wait, pom-pom is that fluffy thingy cheerleaders use to act cute.
Anyway, we went to this sushi place. Usually, bloggers will take a photo of the restaurant’s entrance with their big ass DSLR. But since I don’t have one, I’ve figured a way to be whimsically eccentric and make myself looked artistic, cool and professional.
I took a photo of half the entrance instead of the entire entrance.
I know it looks very professional. Thank you very much.
When the food arrives, it is a stereotype that before bloggers starts to dig in; at least one of them will take photos of everyone’s meal. Again, in the absence of a DSLR, I was frightfully embarrassed to take photos of the food when it is served. I was afraid the restaurant might sue me for misguiding their potential customers with substandard photos of their food.
So I chose to take photos after we’ve finished eating.
My finished curry rice.
Yuh Jiun’s finished dunno-what-the-heck-is-it-rice.
Steven’s finished I-think-it’s-salmon-rice.
Yes, I know it’s so darn creative. Thank you very much.
Next, we went for a few games of pool. Nothing much about pool.
It’s only about balls.
Balls.
And more balls.
So shall we skip this part? (Truthfully, I was busy playing that I’ve forgotten to take photos)
We head over for some doughnuts after our expensive session of pool.
Again, it is a typical thing to take photos of doughnuts before everyone starts chomping. I’m defying the flow of normality. I'm evil. I'm despicable. I'm in love with doughnuts.
I took a photo of the doughnuts after half of the box was gone. See, originative. *pokes brain continuously*
Speaking of doughnuts, they were really sweet. So sweet that I’ve contracted diabetes in the process of licking it. Good thing I had fried oysters for dinner and I think that healed my diabetes. I’m not a bloody doctor. Don’t ask me how that was possible.
Well, that was it. Our meet-up came to an end. So is my after-event blog post.
And for some strange reason, I still think that I won’t be invited to write about events. I wonder why.
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